START ○ Liam Dunbar {1}

Unrestrained Fury

I'm going to kill Stiles Stilinski.

I mean it- or better yet, I'll destroy his stupid jeep.

Maybe I'll just tell Lydia about his crush on her.

Or maybe I'll join the lacrosse team and take his spot on first line during the scrimmage tonight.

Honestly the possibilities are endless, and I spent the whole five mile walk to school considering and planning Stiles's death or destruction- and none of them were pretty.

For real though- who promises another person just the night before to give them a ride to school the next day, and doesn't show up leaving them stranded?

Man, I can't wait to get my license. As one of the older kids in the freshman class, turning sixteen in the end of August before school even began, I was already ahead of the game.

Only without a license or even a permit.

If I think about it, I don't think my father has reported the change of address yet.

By the time I arrived to the school, it was sometime after lunch,and the other lacrosse team for the scrimmage had arrived on the premises, even thought the game didn't begin until six tonight.

Eager much?

I caught the writing on the side of the bus- Coach bus, hell-reading "Devenford Preparatory" in fancy calligraphy.

Prep students. Why am I not surprised.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I have an odd case of Deja Vu at the other school's name, but I can't put my finger on it.

"Liam, wait!" I heard the shout of none other than Mason Hewitt, breaking me from my thoughts, and turned to see him trailing behind a clearly enraged Liam.

"No, no, no, no." Mason finally tires out, and watches his best friend, distress written on his features.

I stand beside the other boy as we watch the Devenford Prep students exit the bus, a tall blond leading the procession. Liam seems even angrier at the sight of the other blond, and I hear Mason's strangled noise of dread in the back of his throat

"Brett!" Liam shouts, addressing the really tall teen, and Mason gives a breath of exasperation.

" Ah, here we go." he mutters.

"What's going on?" I ask, and Mason groans.

"Devenford Prep- it's Liam's old school." he explains, and the name finally clicks- Liam was kicked out of there for destroying his teacher's car. A feeling of dread so intense passes through me I find myself grabbing Mason's hand for solace, and he holds tight as Liam approaches- and dwarfs against- the Prep student, the one referred to as Brett.

"I just wanted to say." he growls, and Mason tenses for an altercation.

"Oh man, Liam." I whispered, and it's as if he heard me as his features soften considerably, but not enough to dissolve the glare.

Liam holds out a hand with a quick, "Have a good game." In that moment I am filled with pride for the freshman. He could've let his anger take hold completely, and started a fight, but instead, he displayed good sportsmanship and a friendly attitude.

I only wish Brett showed the same.

Instead, he laughs in Liam's face, and Liam looks down,embarrassed, and I'm filled with rage.
"That's cute, Liam." Brett teases. "Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine?" I clench my hands into fists, crushing Mason's hand in the process, and Liam mirrors my actions, knuckles turning white. Brett's teasing manner suddenly grows dark. "You demolished Coach's car."